The Russian, Chapter 1
#1 of The Russian
Ivan was a Russian child, who lived in America since he was three years old. He lived in a family of three wolves â€" his mom and dad and him, but he had a stepbrother, an adopted white german shepherd, who was born in America. His name was Jason, but his parents called him Yordan, because it sounded more Russian. Ivan loved his brother, they were about the same age, the only difference was their color and the distinct Russian accent Ivan had. Jason was adopted when he was six years old. Now he was a fifteen year old teenager. The Russian family was quite rich and lived in LA, California. The beach was the main reason for the family to move in America. There were no beaches in Russia. Yordan was a great swimmer, Ivan â€" not so good, but the two teens raced in the water every time they visited the beach. Jason would win every time, including today. "Hah, I beat you! Again! Ha-ha!" â€" Yordan laughed and splashed his brother, who was grinning and saying: "Yes, me should see next time, though, yes?" "Yea!" â€" the shepherd replied with a giggle at the Russian accent. When the two furs came out of the water, Ivan jumper on Jason's back. The shepherd fell on the beach, covering his fur in sand. Both canines laughed loudly as Jason got back in the water to clean. As Ivan was walking up to the exit of the beach, he noticed two female wolfs and a female hound, who seemed giggling at what just happened. One of the wolfs winked at Ivan and said: "I like you, yes?" â€" in an attempt to imitate Ivan's accent. The other girls laughed, Ivan smiled too, but did not reply. "Wait for me, bro!" â€" the wet shepherd was running towards his brother, with his coat still wet. The female wolf raised her eyebrow at Yordan's clear English speech. "Dude, that girl was totally hitting on you!" â€" the shepherd said when quietly when he got alongside his brother. "I know, I just...I can not." â€" Ivan replied and frowned slyly. "Ah, cheat up, bro, I'll help you, if you're OK with it, that is." â€" Jason put his hand around Ivan's shoulders. The wolf looked sadly at his brother. "If I am okay? I need this, brother! You have to help me, yes! â€" the wolf started desperately. â€" If mother and father find out about me flirting s an American girl, they will, how do you say, cut me off!" â€" a tear ran down Ivan's cheek. "If they find out, we bale out of LA!" â€" the shepherd suggested. "And where will me take?" â€" Ivan asked. "I've been doing a research for myself. I think I found out my real parents! We could give them a visit." "They will not like menya." â€" The wolf said and both furs stopped behind a café. "Dude...never say stuff like that. Although you're Russian, you can easily become an American! We just have to...fix that accent and ... change your name." "...ТЬІ СОШОЛ С УÐÐ?? Have you lost your mind, brother?! How do you change a person, you can not change a pyerson! DAMN, Я ÐЕ ÐÐÐ'ИÐ-У ÐОЮ Ð-ИÐ--ÐЬ!(I hate my life!)" â€" the wolf cried out. "Bro...I totally understand you, your...I mean, our parents, are fucking with your mind, RUN AWAY FROM THEM!" â€" Jason knew Russian very well and couldn't be more sure they had to run away. There was no other choice. Otherwise the wolf would have to grow up like his dad... "...okay, me will go home and tomorrow me will talk again." "I know, you need time..." â€" Jason said and the two continued walking home. A few blocks away was the huge Russian home â€" a swimming pool and a huge lawn made the exterior of the house, which had marble railing and big wooden gates. The house was four stories high and all windows were like mirrors on the outside. Ivan knocked at the door and an old basset hound came out. "Ð, доб€Ð¾ пожалова‚, ...о‚и‚е ‡Ð°?" (Ah, welcome, tea?) â€" the butler asked. "Ðе‚, Иго€, паибо." (No, Igor, thanks.) â€" Ivan replied. "Zdra'st'uy!" â€" Jason tried to make it in Russian, but failed slightly, taking out a giggle out of his brother. "Dad, mom, we're home!" â€" Yordan spoke loudly and placed his jacked at the chair, because the room was very cold, due to the big air conditioners in it. "Mom, where are you?" â€" the wolf asked, but there was no answer. Both furs turned in shock as a sound of a gunshot was herd. They started running down the stairs to the main corridor, where they saw a gruesome picture...Ivan's mother was shot in the forehead. Igor was wiping a 9mm with a handkerchief and moved his sight calmly from the dead body to the two teens. "С‚€ÐµÐ»‚, гоподин Пе‚€Ð¾Ð²?" (Shoot, Mr. Petrov? ) â€" Igor asked. "...да."(...yes.) â€" a loud low voice was herd and Ivan's father came out, wearing a black suit. He looked down to his wife with his hands behind his back, then at his sons. The butler aimed at the teens. They were terrified. The father then said: "Give them a few seconds to run." â€" with a huge Russian accent, a lot bigger than Ivan's. The frightened canines started running towards the window and jumped through is, braking the glass. They were at ground level, so the landing didn't hurt as much as the cuts from the glass did. No one could have guessed their next move â€" they took one of their father's cars. Jason could drive â€" his friend, Buck, taught him when he was twelve. That was the benefit from having a rich father. But that father's money came from a dirty business. Ivan's dad was a drug dealer. He made deals with Americans and imported the drugs from an unknown location. Petrov, that was the leading name in the drug dealing business in LA. The Russian, as most people called him. Although he was so famous, no one knew about his family, no one knew he had one, anyway. The smuggler had a scar from a gunfight in Russia on his cheek, he told Ivan he had cut himself. The Russian lied Ivan and Jason their whole lives. Ivan thought he was a child from a poor family, back when they lived in Russia, he thought his dad was a window cleaner in Moscow, that won from the lottery ... bigtime. Now the poor wolf was fearfully sitting at the back of the black Cadillac, that was driven by his brother. Yordan was always braver than his brother. Right now he didn't care about anything, he just wanted to get as far away as possible. Soon the canines noticed they were followed. The rear glass shattered loudly and Ivan screamed frightened. Jason took a firearm out of the mex and gave it to his brother. Unlike Jason though, Ivan could use firearms from when he was eight. Although right now, he was too scared to shoot. It was when the windshield shattered the shepherd shouted to his stepbrother: "Shoot, damn it, shoot!". The wolf grabbed whole of himself and raised from the seat, aimed at the driver of the car and shot. The windshield of the first car, that was following them definitely broke, but the automobile continued to follow them. Police sirens could be heard from a mile away. The coppers started to chase the teens too, but seeing that the black Volvos all shot the banged up Caddy, decided to try to stop the Volvos. Although one police car broke between the Caddy and the first Volvo and the teens were safe, Jason hit the pedal to the metal and started drifting on the LA streets. The canines found themselves in a tight alley between two hotels. The police car followed them closely. The sirens were screaming, but for the surprise of both teens, one Volvo showed in front of them. Driving straight towards them, the Volvo was trying to destroy the Caddy. In a crossroad of tight alleys, the teens had a chance to jump out of the car just before the automobiles hit each other. The Volvo and the Caddy burse up in flames, the police car hit the flaming cars too. No one saw that the canines slipped in a manhole near the explosion. Ivan was crying quietly, still shocked by the whole situation. Jason was breathing loudly and had multiple cut-wounds, more than his brother. "We...have to...get you to... a doctor." â€" Ivan said, panting. "I shall go to one person only. We will go to Buck's." â€" the shepherd replied and the wolf had to agree, but still asked: "Do you know how to get to him?" "Of course I know, I know the whole LA sewer system..." â€" the shepherd said with a little sarcasm, that was coughed by his brother. Too late, but still coughed. "PLEASE, tell me you know a way to get to him!" â€" Ivan cried. "Damn, that last one wasn't FULL of sarcasm, y'know!" â€" the brothers laughed for a fraction of a second, then hugged each other... * * *
TO BE CONTINUED! P.S. Sometimes Ivan confuses "we" with "me" due to his Russian tongue.